As to what Mom would wear on Thursday to go to her Bridge Club meetings was even sexier. All of her blouses were see through and all of her skirts cam... up to her crotch. Occasionally she would wear a very sexy bra under her blouse but she never wore panties and her pussy was always freshly shaved.How do I know you ask? Well because I too was feeling Mom up. A few months after Dad started doing it in front of me I started doing it behind his back.At first Mom objected to me feeling her up but. Finally just before dawn I heard the sound I'd been waiting for all night; shots from the sentry positions.Yelling at everyone to get up and under cover, Willy and I crawled to the various posts and looked at what we were up against. It looked like about six to seven men were attacking from one direction. When I looked, something didn't seem right. The men were not making any big effort to get closer and in fact seemed to be as much under cover as we were. Motioning to Willy to join me, I told. Or just thinking in general, which was quite a revelation. His voice returned from the Twilight zone with a small chuckle. Then a rather long sigh. "Hey, I kinda gotta go. Chores and crap. Ugh." "Oh, sure thing. We can talk later. Bye!" "Bye." Samantha's hands drummed against the table. "Boooooored." She groaned. Her eyes flickered over to the computer screen. "Hmm..." Her right hand moved to the mouse and turned the screen back on. She went online and skipped from facebook to Google. She keyed. They'll know what my breasts and my ass and my pussy feel like. They'll have fond memories of having sex with me.I wonder if I'll be able to look in their eyes and tell which one it was. I think I probably will. It will be interesting to find out.When I was stripped down to my bra and panties, Connie's guest paused in the unwrapping of his present to fondle me a little more. He seemed very fond of the way his hands glided over my panties as he explored. His hand ended up cupping my prominent.